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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.