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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Slave 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
The Evens,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Kayak,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.