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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.