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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.