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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
10cc,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.