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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.