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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.