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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.