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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.