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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Swans,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.