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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.