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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
the Germs,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.