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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.