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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
June Days,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.