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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.