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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.