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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Slave,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Organ,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.