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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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 Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.