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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 guitar 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Magma,
UT,
The Associates,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.