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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.