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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.