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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Television,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.