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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.