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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.