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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.