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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.