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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.