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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.