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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.