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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.