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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
UT,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.