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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Wire,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.