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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.