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 New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Sparks,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.