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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.