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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.