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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.