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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.