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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.