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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.