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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.