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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants 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?
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Little Man,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.