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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.