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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.