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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.