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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.