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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Ossler,
DNA,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.