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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.