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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.