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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.