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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Organ,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.