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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Slave,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.