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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.