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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
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.