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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.