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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
UT,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Gong,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.