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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.