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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Television,
Nico,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.