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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.