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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.