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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.