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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.