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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.