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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.