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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.