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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.