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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.