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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.