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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Symarip,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Monks,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.