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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.