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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.