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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.