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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.