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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.