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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.