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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.