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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.