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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.