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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.