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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.