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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.