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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Skaos,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Deakin,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Nas,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.