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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.