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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.