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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.