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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
MC5,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.