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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Wake to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.