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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Nico,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
PIL,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.