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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Faust,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.