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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.