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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.