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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.