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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Gong,
The Associates,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.