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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.