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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.