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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.