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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.