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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Jandek,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.