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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.