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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
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Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.