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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
ABC,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.