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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.