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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.