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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.