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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.