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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.