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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
New Order,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.