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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.