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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.