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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.