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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.