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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.