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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.