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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.