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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
New Order,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.