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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.