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 Finland 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.