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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.