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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.