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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.