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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Nas,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.