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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
UT,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.