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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.