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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.