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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
MDC,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.