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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.