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 Ghana and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Smog,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.