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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.