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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.