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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.