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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Swans,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.