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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.