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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.