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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.