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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
MDC,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.