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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.