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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.