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 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.