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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.