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 Paraguay 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.