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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.