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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.