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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.