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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.