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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.