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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.