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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.