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 Iceland and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.