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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.