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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.