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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.