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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.