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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Offenders to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Television,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.