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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.