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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.