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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.