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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.