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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
ABBA,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.