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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.