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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.