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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.