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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bobby Byrd 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?
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Model 500,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.