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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.