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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.