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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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.