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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.