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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.