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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.