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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.