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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.