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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.