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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.