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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
CMW,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.