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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fuzztones 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.