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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.