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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.