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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.