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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.