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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
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Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.