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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.