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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.