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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.