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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.