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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.