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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.