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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.