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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.