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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.