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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.