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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.