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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.