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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.