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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.