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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.