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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.