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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.