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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.