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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.