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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.