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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.