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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.