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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Can,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.