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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
The Wake,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.