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 Saudi Arabia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.