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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.