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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.