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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.