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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.