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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.