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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
MC5,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
the Association,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.