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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.