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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.