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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.