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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.