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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.