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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.