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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
The Names,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.