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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.