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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.