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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.