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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.