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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.