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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.