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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.