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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.