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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '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 Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.