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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.