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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.