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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Franke,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.