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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.