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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.