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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Names,
Jandek,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
X-101,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.