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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Animal Collective 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.