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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.