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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.