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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.