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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Smog,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.