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 Austria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.