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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Index,
Scion,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.