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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.