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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.