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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
JFA,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.