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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.