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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.