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 Cameroon 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Index,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.