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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.