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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.