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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Faust,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.