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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.