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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.