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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Franke,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.