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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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?
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Brick,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.