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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.