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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Television,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.