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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.