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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.