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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.