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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.