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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.