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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.