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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Make Up,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
X-101,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.