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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.