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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Scion,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.