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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Hashim,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.