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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.