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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.