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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.