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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
MC5,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Can,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.