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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.