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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.