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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.