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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.