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 Salvador.
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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Neu!,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.