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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.