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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.