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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Monks,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.