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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.