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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.