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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.