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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.