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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.