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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
CMW,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.