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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.