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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.