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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Glenn Branca 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Gap Band,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.