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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.