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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.