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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.