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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.