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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Excepter,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.