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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.