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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Normal to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.