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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.