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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.