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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Japan,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.