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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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.