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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Standells to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.