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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
X-102,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.