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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.