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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.