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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
10cc,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.