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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.