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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Television,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.