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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.