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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.