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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.