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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.