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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Mars,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.