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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.