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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Can,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.