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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Pole,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.