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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.