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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.