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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.