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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.