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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.