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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.