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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.