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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.