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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Busters,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.