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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.