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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.