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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.