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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Can,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.