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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.