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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.