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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.