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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.