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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.