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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.