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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.