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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.