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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.