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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.