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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.