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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.