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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.