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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.