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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Interpol,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.