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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.