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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.