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 United States and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
AZ,
X-101,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.