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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.