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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.