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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.