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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.