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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.