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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Michelle Simonal 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.