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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.