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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.