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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.