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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Television,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.