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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.