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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.