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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.