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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Pylon 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.