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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.