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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.