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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.