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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.