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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Order to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.