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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Faust,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.