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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.