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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.