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 Spain and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.