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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.