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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.