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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.