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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.