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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.