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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.