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 France and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.