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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.