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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Index,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.