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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.