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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.