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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.