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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.