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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.