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 Australia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.