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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.