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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
June of 44,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.