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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.