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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.