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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.