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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.