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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.