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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.