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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.