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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.