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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.