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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.