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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.