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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.