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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.