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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.