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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.