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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.