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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.