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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.