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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.