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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.