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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.