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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.