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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.