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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
ABC,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.