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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.