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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.