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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.