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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.