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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
The Names,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.