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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.