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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.