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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Television,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.