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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.