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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Index,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.