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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.