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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Rekid 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.