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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 AZ to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.