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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.