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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.