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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.