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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.