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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.