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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.