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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.