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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.