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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Rekid,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.