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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.