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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.