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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the disco 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.