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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.