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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.