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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Urselle,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.