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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.