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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.