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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.