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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.