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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.