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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 808 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.