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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.