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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.