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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.