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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.