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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters 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 crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.