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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.