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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.