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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.