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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.