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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.