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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.