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 Angola and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Mars,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.