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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Technova,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Visage,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.