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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
The Monks,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.