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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
UT,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.