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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.