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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.