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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.