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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.