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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.