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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.