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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.