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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.