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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Television,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.