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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
CMW,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.