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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.