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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.