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 Russia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.