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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.