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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.