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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.