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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Magazine,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.