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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Organ,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.