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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.