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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.