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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Nico,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.