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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.