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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.