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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.