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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.