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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
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.