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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.