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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Ronan 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.