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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.