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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Brick,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.