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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.