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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
PIL,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Wire,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.