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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.