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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Evens,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.