Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.