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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.