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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.