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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.