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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.