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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.