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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.