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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.