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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.