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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.