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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.