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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Scion,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.