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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Skarface,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.