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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.