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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.