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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.