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 Lithuania 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.