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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.