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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.