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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.