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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Cairo and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.