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 Bulgaria 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 marimba 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.