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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.